I feel.

The clouds have left my eyes.

I never knew

The sky was so blue.

I never knew

You were so blue.

So hidden.

You never let me

Have the whole world.

I only saw

What you let me see.

I see myself in your eyes.

I am so blue too.

He loves me like the moon

Sometimes, sometimes

Once full

His face with spots

Of shadow

He stays in the light

will hardly show

Yet at night, he seems to glow
but the morning after,

He insists he must go

Your eyes are glass to me

Shattered, streaked, empty.

The passion of your words

Are an open window.

All the hot, sexual, pretend

Passion passes like wind.

I wish your mouth would shut.

Please please please.

I don’t want it. No.

Apologies run like ink.

I used to lay flat

Like the papers

You wrote long long love letters on.

The paper is submissive. I am no

Longer. She will let you

Drip all over and say whatever.

Paper lasts forever.

I am never

For you.

You can buy me flowers

But I will scorn them

For they will never

Be as beautiful as me.

You can bring me chocolate

But I will detest them

For they will never

Taste as good as me.

You can give me a ring

But I will hate it

For it will never

Be as voluptuous as me.

Speak speak speak.

Anyone can speak.

I hope you regret forever.

You said forever. You can have forever.

Your pretty, candy scented candles

And male perfume.

Your hands have made others

Feel pretty. The fire is gone.

Your desire has oozed from its

Holding and known other surfaces.

Wind will always come and go.

Flowers will grow forever.

Love, like cycles, will always

Come and go.

And grow.

But know.

I am never.